Since discovering Wu Weixiong, who might cause him a major headache, Su Yehao had become immediately wary.

After a brief conversation, he learned that Wu Weixiong had suddenly fainted two years ago, and his condition worsened after a period of conservative treatment. Currently, his heart function was at most only 25%.

No wonder he was pale and refined.

He was no longer able to engage in strenuous exercise and could only be a quiet, handsome man, who might ascend to heaven at any moment.

Although he sympathized with the child of the family who had saved his father's life, all Su Yehao could do was offer money.

He even made a special call to the director of his family's Earl of Southwark Hospital, asking for information. He learned that in Hong Kong, the average waiting time for a heart transplant was twenty-two months, and not everyone was suitable for the surgery.

Playing with his Nokia phone, Su Yehao shrugged and said:

"You heard it too. In Hong Kong, the average waiting time for a donor is twenty-two months. Didn't you join a waiting list abroad before? Europe is more popular for signing that agreement, and the organ donation system developed earlier, so it should be more convenient than Hong Kong."

Wu Weixiong's smile stiffened, and he shook his head, replying, "I've already waited a year, and there's been no news. It's the same in Hong Kong. I heard that Spain and the United States are doing better in this regard, but unfortunately, I don't have much time left."

"...So, what do you plan to do?" Su Yehao asked tentatively.

Wu Weixiong continued to shake his head, saying, "What can I do? I came back this time to sweep my mother's grave, and I also want to wait in Hong Kong. Life and death are predetermined, and I can only accept it."

"..."

Su Yehao, not daring to chime in randomly, remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Alas, being sick is really uncomfortable. I'll find a heart specialist to examine you. With your condition, the most important thing now is to take care of your health."

"Of course, I know that."

They weren't very familiar, and there weren't many topics to discuss.

Su Yehao asked the waiter to bring the menu, and he had a simple meal with Wu Weixiong at the hotel's outdoor restaurant. Afterward, he received a call from the little girl and found an excuse to leave first.

While taking the elevator downstairs,

Linda Yun sighed and said:

"What a pity. People always say that mixed-race people are healthy and less prone to illness. Is that all a lie? Such a handsome guy, and his heart is already failing in his twenties. Ahhao, you have to think of a way."

Glaring at her, Su Yehao said to Linda Yun:

"I think you just want his body, right? You treat him differently because you think he's handsome. I never knew you were such a nymphomaniac. There are so many patients waiting in line at my hospital. We are already willing to help pay for the treatment. How else can I help? Am I supposed to break the law to help him cut in line?"

Linda Yun said decisively, "I didn't think that way. After all, there's a difference between closeness and distance. There's no need to help to that extent. It's just a pity. If it were a great beauty, wouldn't you think it was a shame?"

"No, people are all the same. I wouldn't discriminate."

"I believe you..."

After Linda Yun finished speaking, she suddenly asked:

"But, don't you think there's something strange about this? According to Young Master Wu's condition, he should be staying obediently in Italy waiting for news, and he absolutely shouldn't be running around, lest a donor be found but they can't find him. Yet he ran all the way back to Hong Kong. Is there some reason why he thinks he'll be cured more easily here?"

Su Yehao rolled his eyes at her again and calmly said, "I always thought you were smart, but you're only realizing it now? Why do you think I didn't dare stay with him and ran away immediately with an excuse?"

Linda Yun's brain worked quickly this time, and she immediately replied, "Because you're afraid he'll ask you for help. Your mother manages several hospitals, and your family is very powerful. Plus, he once saved your father's life, so you're worried that you'll be asked to help."

"Bingo. I won't do that kind of thing. To avoid making things difficult for me, it's better not to see him lately. Some things I can help with, some things I absolutely can't. I'd rather he borrow a few million Hong Kong dollars from me to repay the favor than risk interfering in this kind of thing."

After listening, Linda Yun nodded.

It wasn't that Su Yehao lacked sympathy or didn't care about favors; it was just that this matter was too thorny to help with.

After thinking about it,

worried that his old man would do something stupid, Su Yehao got into the car and called his father again.

Su's father was indeed in Si Jiu Cheng, discussing the development experience of cultural tourism cities and some suggestions on the marketization of the real estate market. He was busy and didn't answer, and he only returned the call after half an hour.

When he received the call,

Su Yehao had already returned to Big Wave Bay, helping the little girl in the study to screen the initial collected materials. They were all fresh-faced handsome guys and little beauties, dazzling to the eye.

It was rare to see a stunning beauty on the street, but with careful searching, there were still many good seedlings.

The headache was no longer not being able to find people, but how to select the most suitable trainees from them.

For example, the information collected by talent scouts from several film academies in the mainland was a thick stack, forty or fifty copies in total, which was simply dizzying. Su Yehao even saw many familiar faces among them.

After looking at dozens of copies, his head was numb. Their appearances were all good, each with their own characteristics.

The floor was covered with materials. Su Yehao sat cross-legged on the ground and mentioned his meeting with Wu Weixiong to his father, reminding him:

"I know his father helped you back then, but don't be stupid. Our family is at its peak right now, and everyone is watching us closely. The paparazzi are chasing us twenty-four hours a day. There are no airtight walls in the world. What he lacks now isn't surgery fees, but a healthy heart. Where am I going to find that for him? I can only rely on luck, at most ask where to apply to legally fight for a chance as soon as possible. If we do something outrageous and it gets out, it'll be a sensational scandal worldwide. People hate this kind of thing the most, even more than you finding a fifth concubine. You'll never be able to recover."

"...Do I need you to remind me? Am I that stupid?"

Su's father sighed on the other end of the phone:

"That child from the Wu family is also unlucky. His health has been bad since he was a child. The last time his father called me, I knew this matter would be difficult. It's not just the heart issue, but his parents are also cousins. People didn't understand this back then and even thought it was a close bond. How could they have healthy children?"

"...Cousins, that explains a lot. Anyway, you better not interfere. I'll handle it for you."

While Su Yehao was talking to his father, he saw a familiar photo and immediately waved it at the little girl, giving her a thumbs up.

After the little girl looked at the young man in the photo, she felt that he looked quite distinctive, smiled, and put away the resume, placing it separately.

Su Yehao had a deep impression of the person on this resume.

Wasn't this the one from *The Temptation to Go Home*, who uttered the classic line "Hello sao a!"? He was not yet twenty years old, with a face full of youthfulness...